Chapter 19 – A Fairytale
Hi. I'm back with an update of once in a lifetime. I've finished writing out the story, all I need to do is to type it up, it should be finished in about 3-4 weeks so don't fret. I've also got a sequel on the way. Once this is all typed up, and the sequel is complete that will be up. When you're reading this and see that the 3 is underlined, I'm trying to emphasise that these two things are happening at the same time, just different rooms,you'll see when you finish reading it. Thanks to all planning to read and review and to all who've supported me throughout this whole story. It means a lot to me.
She pushed with all her might, listening as the doctor gave her further instructions and one of the many similar-looking nurses inserted a liquid-filled needle into one of her blue veins, disposing of it once the liquid was gone.
"One more sweetheart." The doctor said, watching as the redheaded woman's face contorted into of utter pain and agony.
All the muscles in her body clenched tightly as she pushed, tightly holding onto her husband's hand, her mouth open in a silent scream. "I'm seein' a head here." Was the only proclamation made by John Cena as a dark-haired nurse nodded her head, a slight smile playing on her face.
John Cena cut the cord after much beckoning on the doctor's part, his face scrunched up in a slightly disgusted look at the bloodied baby.
The redhead opened her eyes in contentment, hazel orbs turning to the size of saucers at worried looks as her daughter was taken away, with nothing but the words 'weak heart' to let her and her husband know what was happening.
The redhead pushed with all her remaining strength to bring her second child into the world.
The nurse looked sadly at her as the doctor spoke. "On three I need you to push one last time."
"1…" the nurse started slowly, watching as the redhead sharply drew a breath, her large hazel eyes clouding over as she prepared herself mentally and physically.
"2…" the nurse continued, slowly once again. This time John Cena was holding her hand and wiping small beads of sweat from her furrowed brow.
"3…"
The doctor pulled the needle from Trish Stratus' forearm as her stomach was being pumped from the excessive alcohol that she had consumed beforehand. She was lucky she hadn't died with the deadly concoction of burning-hot heroin and straight vodka.
The lime green line in mountains was becoming smaller and smaller against the black screen.
The head doctor – in all of his pearl-white sterility – sighed deeply at the image of Trish's heartbeat, which was rapidly going down lower and lower.
This – to the doctor – was most definitely not a good sign at this point – or at any other point. Also at this point, the doctor thought that it was time to alert all the other operating doctors and nurses that the procedure was going to have to be slightly – or maybe a little more than slightly – rushed to save the life of Trish Stratus.
The doctors and nurses all gathered around the petite blonde woman laying on the cold steel of the operating table, identical looks of worried shock plastered on each of their faces.
"I am so truly sorry." The blonde doctor said, breathing deeply as tears collected in the depths of her blue-green eyes. "But your son didn't make it through the birth. He was stillborn. I am so sorry for your loss." The doctor finished, pulling her small spectacles off and wiping a stray tear, leaving the room.
At that statement all the other eyes in the room turned sad and all hospital staff exited quickly and quietly.
Amy's hand flew up to clamp over her mouth, surprise written all over her exhausted face.
Her head looked wildly as she looked over at her husband. "No." she said sternly, shaking her head in the negative. "This isn't possible John," she said, tears dropping from her face, her head shaking wildly from side to side. "This can't be happening." She cried, as the nurse injected a needle into the redhead's drip and for Amy it all faded to black.
Trish Stratus opened her big doe-brown eyes, widening them once all the fuzziness and blurriness had been removed from her vision. Right in front of her Jay Reso was standing, a mixture of sadness and relief.
"You should have told me you were pregnant Trish." He said, his voice unusually stern.
She chuckled lightly, despite her pain and the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "There's a lot of things I should have told you." She confessed, stressing on the 'lot', widening her eyes for extra emphasis.
"Well," he paused for a split second, just enough to let out a quick sigh, "unlike you…I'm actually gonna be honest here, just so you don't get a shock when you go home, once you get released. You should probably know this…because…I'm leaving you Trish. I'm really sorry it had to end this way. But we can't be together when you're in love with someone else and sleeping with him and having his kids. I can't handle this anymore. It's like…once I think I've got you and I trust you while I go sign autographs for 2 days, you wind up in bed with him, a month later you're pregnant, and within 2 months you've lost a baby that isn't even mine. So Trish I want the truth right now, you can't hurt me anymore than you already have in these last 10 months. Whose is this baby?" he asked.
"It's yours…but…don't you love me?" she asked, her voice growing hoarser by the second.
"Of course I love you baby. I always love you; I can never stop loving you. But we have to let go because we can't do this anymore Trish. You say you love me and you tell him that you love him. It's the real world and you have to decide you can't have both of us Trish. And, you chose him. So I can't do this with you anymore Trish. Maybe one day when you can finally figure what you want and that's me," he smiled sadly, looking over his shoulder at her, "then maybe…just maybe…we can be together again…just not right now…" he trailed off, leaving her room…and leaving her life.
Amy's eyes leaked as she looked over the two empty cribs, hazel orbs glistening, almost crystallizing in the bright light.
"I am so sorry Ames." He said, rubbing her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Who would have thought that the strongest person he'd ever known could fall so far?
"It's just so hard and so unbelievable. Not one, but both of our babies are gone…why is this happening and why to us? I love you and all I've wanted the whole time I've known you is to be with you and love you forever…I wanted a family." She said, her bloodshot eyes tearing up once again.
"Shhh." He said, cooing into her ear, brushing his lips against her temple, his arms encircled around her waist. "It's okay baby. We can always try again…it's hurtin' me too. But, we gotta be strong and go on livin' as much as I'm gonna be sad, knowin' what could'a been I know that I've got you and you're all I need. Even though we've waited our whole lives for this we can always try again. It hurts, baby." He said the last part in a whisper tears falling from his eyes, his head resting on the back of her neck.
"Shhhh. It's okay baby." She said, turning around in his arms, pulling his face in her hands and kissing his lips passionately, her fingers through his short hair, his arms around her waist. As they stopped for air, she smiled sadly at him.
This was their fairytale, and they were just getting past the evil stepmother part. Things were going to start getting better.